scot TRAVIS SIDES INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT SAM and DEAN enter, to find—- MAN in his 50s meking himself completely at home. Boor in hand. TRAVIS. Infectious grin, slightly cumpled-- but don’t let the harmless-uncle vibe fool you, he’s a hell of a hunter. Right now, his ARM is in a PLASTER CAST. ON OUR BOYS, grins breaking over their faces. DEAN {happy to sce him) travis! See, Sam, toldja we shoulda hid the beer. TRAVIS (with love) smartass. Manly shoulder-slap type hugs all around. SAM Good to see you, Pravis. ‘TRAVIS Man you got tall, kid. How long’s dt been? SAM Gotta be ten years. TRAVIS You still a-- what was it-- a mathlete? SAM (grimacing at the tease) o-- DEAN Yes. Believe me. Travis takes a beat, just to look at Sam and Dean. Like a proud uncle, seeing his nephews grown for the first time. TRAVIS Been too long, boys. I mean, look at you. Grown men. (then, a wistful note) John would be dam prouda you. (ORE) |TRAVIS (CONT'D) Sticking together like this. He gestures for then to gather around the table. ‘Travis takes a pull of his beer. Back to happy-go-lucky-- ON DEAN, TRAVIS (CONT'D) Sorry I'm late to the dance. Thanke for helping out an old man—— I’m a little “shorthanded”. (smiles at his bad joke) You should see the other guy. Or, you know, other rotting undead sonofabitch. Cracking a smile. He digs the hell outta Travis. TRAVIS (CONT'D) So. You track down Montgomery? saM Yeah, we found him at home. TRAVIS and? DEAN Guy had a hell of a case of the munchies. Topped off with a burger. That he forgot to cook. Travis nods. This confirms something. TRAVIS Then it’s him, alzight. DEAN What's him? ‘TRAVIS Boys, we got a Rugaru on our hands. DEAN A "xugaru?” Is that made-up? That sounds made-up. TRAVIS ‘They're mean, nasty-looking suckers. Fangs, wormy skin, the works. DEAN Well, this dude ain‘t that. He wears 4 cell phone on his belt. BokTRAVIS Qh, he’ll get ugly soon enough. They start out human, for all intents and purposes. sau So-- they go through some kind of metamorphosis? ‘TRAVIS Yup. Like a maggot turning into a blowfly. INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS TRAVIS The first bite does it. The eyes, the teeth, the skin, it all turns. No going Sack, oithor. They feed once, they're a monster forever. (heat) and our man Jack’s headed there on a bullet train. DEAN So how'd you find him anyway, if he’s walkin’ and talkin’ human? TRAVIS Let's just say it runs in his family. SAM You mean...? ‘TRAVIS Killed his Dad in ‘78. Sonofabitch mangled eight bodies, ‘fore I put him down. (then) Guy used to be a dentist. Had a Cadillac, a trophy wife. zittle did T know-- a pregnant trophy wife. Taking in the story. It's horrible. TRAVIS (CONT’D) She put the boy up for adoption. By the time T found out, he was long gone, lost in the syatem. (then) Tell you the truth? (MORE) Ze